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“That was something else,” I commented, my pussy clenching and feeling empty at the memory of her fingers filling me. She pulled me closer to her a purr rumbling through her chest to me.

“Your mouth is quite talented,” the Princess praised softly, bending to nibble at my earlobe momentarily before pulling back. I whined at the loss, curling myself further into her embrace.

“The bloodhigh is beginning to wear off,” she commented as she pulled me closer, her nose pressing against my head. “I feel such a strong need to keep you safe and close to me,” she told me, and I was filled with warmth at her admission.

“I like being close to you,” I told her honestly, feeling safe while trapped in her arms. She hummed in response.

Later that evening the Princess was less possessive and allowed me to shower and dress. After, she had me sit on the floor between her legs, her hands running through my hair, scratching at my scalp.

“Have you heard about the Spring Festival?” she asked me as I leaned further into her touch.

“Only when you and Clara spoke about it earlier,” I answered.

“It’s an annual event held at Sanguis Academy. Classes are suspended for the day and there are activities, food, and performances much like a fair,” she explained. “We will attend, I am expected to start the festival by introducing the first performance of the day.”

“It sounds like fun,” I thought out loud.

“I suppose it can be. You’ll certainly enjoy the day, flowers will decorate the academy, and I may allow you some time to explore the fair with your friends,” she told me.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

12. You’ll Cry

The Princess pulled me into her lap as we drove to the main school building. “What about the driver?” I asked anxiously, looking at the closed screen between the driver and back passenger seats.

“What about him? He can’t see or hear,” she told me as she moved my hair out of the way and began to mark me, wet kisses trailing over my neck. “Tell me who you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Ma’am,” I answered, trying not to moan as her teeth found my skin.

The car stopped and she opened the door without any care that someone might see me sitting in her lap and gently pushed me off her and out of the car. The Princess followed close behind, her arm wrapping around my shoulders as we walked.

“I’ll meet you in the café after your class,” she said, leaning down to scent me before walking away.

I sat down next to Ana in our ‘Understanding the Nature of Your Master/Mistress’ class.

“Hi Percy, did you have a good weekend?” Ana asked me, her red hair bouncing as she bobbed her head in greeting.

“Hey, yeah, it was good,” I said, hoping I wasn’t blushing as memories of a very naked Princess made their way to the fore of my mind.

“Get up to anything much?” she asked curiously.

“No,” I answered simply. I could have mentioned the gardens at Lady Amelia’s and Thomas, but I didn’t. I felt like doing so would indirectly be giving information about the Princess. As much as I liked Ana, the Princess had informed me that there were some unhappy with Borealis rule and Edward had warned me about who I associate with.

Ana looked a little disappointed at my lack of answer, but she seemed to decide to let it go. “I visited home for the weekend and it was wonderful to be back in my very own room. I miss my space. Sharing a room in the servants’ residence hall is hell!” she explained dramatically, slumping over her table. I laughed at her theatrics.

“Where are you from?” I asked curiously. I guessed that Ana was a witch of some content, but I didn’t know which coven.

She looked put off and hesitated.

“I’m a half-witch like you,” she started. “Of the Syngeneia coven,” she continued, looking away and back again.

“Syngeneia?” I asked. She nodded. “I’ve never met a blood witch. Kinda cool,” I told her.

And at my excitement, she smiled broadly.

“Really, you think it’s cool? You’re not freaked out?” she asked.

“Why would I be freaked out?” I asked, confused.

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